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Sep 11, 2007
in her world.

in a world of my own.
science was ok, not boring. chinese was boring. and english and maths mr lau never teach us is the stupid mrs lychee. ARGH. why cant we get another relieve teacher? ok i am seriously paranoid about roses. too paranoid until draw my own type of roses- inventing new weird ones yet pretty ones. one rose i made up was called Scribblyose. that is the most beautiful rose i invented so far. my science bio book blank page full of roses. and in the middle write TERM FOUR SCIENCE NOTES. yup. hehe. when i came home i opened the front door and then i tried opening the brown door and my key became stuck. i swore at the door and no one was at home and my mother gonna visit hospital and my brother come home only 3. so i thought my key really cannot work then have to wait until three then starve. so later with alot of forcing i managed to open the door. my stubby fingers are swollen now. oh shit is that the pizza exploding in the toaster oven? shit shit.

hmm..i think i never cook the pizza long enough. then why did it explode cheese everywhere the toaster oven? dunno. it was a bit hard but can eat one. oh noes...why do i feel so hungry still? hmm...banana nut crunch cereal for me then..

in the end i never even eat cereal. i dunno. im gonna use what clara gave me (a big book) for writing poetry and short stories or haiku or smth. im suddenly interested in poetry. its not lame..its actually fun playing with words. ok i sound like a total nerd.




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